He shoved his hand into his pocket and toyed with the small metal lighter he absentmindedly placed there every morning. He never left home without it. One doesn't know when an instant spark of flame will come in handy, when something needs to be destroyed, consumed by the most powerful source of devastation. This one of of these times, though his plan to use it had been in his mind long before grabbing it as part of his morning routine. He had to make sure, be completely positive. It had to burn.
He pulled the lighter out of his pants pocket and flicked it open. Running his finger along the side, a small flame flipped up and began to dance and flicker as he held it close to his face, his excited breath making it quiver. Staring at the rubble in front of him through the fire he held in his hand, he tossed the lighter into the remains of his old home and watched the flames begin to lick and consume, reaching higher and higher as the unceasing hunger was fueled but never quenched. He pushed his hands into his pocket and began walking away from his burning troubles. He smiled. He was going to need a new lighter.
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